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Mariska was trying in vain to explain their chemistry, again, as Chris just watched her. He let her struggle for a second, until a smile crept across his lips and he was reminded of that first night of silliness - the night Chriska was born.
“Do you wanna reenact how it happened?” He tapped her on the leg and she turned to him instantly.
She stared at him intensely. “If you do,” Mariska said in a low, overly-sexy voice. This time it was on purpose.
As they blocked it out for the umpteenth time, Mariska tried to telepathically taunt him with how far they’d go - how much they’d reveal. Chris sealed the scene with a hug.
He held her close for a second and whispered in her ear, “Sick of it yet?”
Without thinking she responded immediately, “Never, baby.”